Temporal Mathematics Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Temporal Mathematics



There is a time when mathematicians decide lasagna is mathematics.

…

Then something very terrible happens…

And someone replies with the most profound truth…

But then they say that most of life is filled with an immense blank canvas.

…

(Tolerate this, and you learn a lot of graves' humor, and how to avoid suicide…)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,humor,suicide
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After hearing a garbage truck possibly dispose of a millennial who had slept in a dumpster overnight, early in the morning. I survived a similar experience, minus the prolonged banging and crunching sound.
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